[it feels a little silly, crying over a problem that he caused for himself, but he genuinely thinks that he fucked up and he doesn't want romance to leave him. he doesn't even notice romance locking the door, too caught up in his ridiculousness to let anything distract him, at least until romance is trying to comfort him again.
mystery lets his hand be pulled away and, although he feels like he should withdraw, he lets romance lace their fingers together, his chest heaving somewhat harder as he's guided toward the bed. once romance has sat down, he feels the burning urge to squirm away, and yet he doesn't. instead, he lets himself be tugged, hesitantly sliding into place on romance's lap, his forehead resting against his shoulder as he continues to cry.
he draws his hands up and clutches romance's shirtfront, fingers trembling despite how tight he's gripping, his breath coming in harsh, wet sounds while he buries his face even harder against romance's shoulder.]
I sh-shouldn't have done that, [he admits pitifully.] I'm an idiot.
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mystery lets his hand be pulled away and, although he feels like he should withdraw, he lets romance lace their fingers together, his chest heaving somewhat harder as he's guided toward the bed. once romance has sat down, he feels the burning urge to squirm away, and yet he doesn't. instead, he lets himself be tugged, hesitantly sliding into place on romance's lap, his forehead resting against his shoulder as he continues to cry.
he draws his hands up and clutches romance's shirtfront, fingers trembling despite how tight he's gripping, his breath coming in harsh, wet sounds while he buries his face even harder against romance's shoulder.]
I sh-shouldn't have done that, [he admits pitifully.] I'm an idiot.